Disguise (Levi/ Rivaille Fanfiction)

Chapter Eighteen

Levi’s Pov

All Levi wanted to do was get up and get a cup of damn coffee like usual. 

There used to be very few times when Levi despised his habit of rising early in the morning. Most times it was fine since if he was staying with people since he could just slide out of the room without any issues and go on with his day. Apparently when it came to the Hawkhaus household this was not the case. 

The first problem was Benji. The toddler was out like a light, his head on Levi’s bicep, mouth open and drooling on his arm. That was beyond disgusting and had this kid not been so cute he would’ve wrung the brat’s neck. Still once Levi was awake he generally didn’t go back to sleep and he wasn’t about to lay around in the room for–he looks at the clock by Callum’s bed on the bedside table– four or five more hours. 

He focuses on the task at hand, get the kid off of his arm and get out of the room to look for coffee. He slides his free hand underneath his other one and started to inch away ever so slowly. For a moment Benji’s face scrunches up in annoyance but soon enough it smooths out and Levi starts to move his arm out of the toddler’s hold again. 

It takes a bit of work but as soon as he got up Callum was up as well and watching him like a hawk. It was a little creepy though, like he was already awake and waiting for Levi to do something.

“Hey man, where ya going?” He yawns, feigning sleepiness. 

“Coffee.” 

“Oh yeah? Why so early?” 

Levi snorts, “I’m always up this early, that’s why. Any other questions?” 

Callum narrows his eyes but says nothing. Levi takes that as his sign to leave. Shutting the door behind him the ravenette makes his way toward the kitchen. Everything is so quiet that the only sound bouncing around is his feet when they shuffled against the wood flooring. It was just six o’clock, how late were these people going to sleep? Weren’t they farmers or something? 

He makes it to the coffee pot only to be presented with his next challenge: how did he work this ancient piece of shit? It looked like an old tin piece of crap that if you put in coffee grinds that you’d magically get coffee out of the other end. He stands there for a few more minutes and stares at it. A hand reaches out and takes the coffee pot. Levi looks back and sees Patrick shuffling over to the sink chuckling. 

“I take it you’ve never seen a Percolator Coffee Pot?” He asks while opening the thing up. 

Levi shakes his head, “No, I didn’t even know people still used those. I think my parents had one of those back when I was very young, but no.” 

“It’s not that hard,” Once he had the desired level of water Patrick opened the top and took a strange contraption out for a moment to clean it before putting it back in, “Once you have the water just fill the tube here with two tablespoons of coffee grind per cup you want to make.” 

Levi listened to the rest of the directions to put it away into memory. If he was going to be here for the rest of the week he should probably learn to make a cup of coffee with that thing. In a few minutes two cups are set on the table, one doctored and one undoctored. Patrick grunts as he lowers himself down into the chair across from Levi, his age finally showing to the ravenette.

“I’ll leave you to fix it how you want it since I’m not sure what you like.” 

“That’s fine, I drink it straight.” Levi takes a sip out of it and was impressed with the taste. No wonder they kept this old thing, this was damn good coffee.